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Special thanks to Angelica Dawson for rallying authors together to share teases every week.

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This week’s tease comes from SWEETEST SALVATION. Hunter’s frustration with Andy has him reaching his limits. If he’s not careful, he might just confess his true feelings for her …

Hunter sighed, which caught Andy’s attention. Her eyes met his briefly before lowering to her hands, which were clenched tight in her lap.

“Look, Andy,” he began.

“What do you want, Hunter?” Her forest-green-eyed gaze met his. Anger swirled in their depths.

“I’m tired of this. Dammit.” He snarled, rising, and crossed to the fireplace. He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned one arm on the mantel. He looked over at her, stomach churning with indigestion and pain. He’d loved Patrick and Peter too. Could she not understand that she wasn’t the only one suffering?

“Tired of what? I never asked you here.”

“This!” Hunter spread his arms wide. “You. I’m so tired of seeing you locked away in this house, never leaving and pictures gone.”

“Go to hell,” Andy spat and leapt to her feet. She moved behind the loveseat, obvious fury making her hands shake as she laid them on the back of it. “You don’t have any say in how I live. I never asked for your opinion. If you don’t like it, get the hell out of my house. And my life!”

Hunter breathed deep, nostrils flaring. He could no more walk away from her than he could from the Sheavers. She was as much a part of his life, and his heart, as they were.

“Andy, look at me.” He waited until she lifted her head. Eyes and nose red, she was still the most beautiful woman in the world to him. “I understand how you’re feeling.” He raised a hand when she opened her mouth to object. “I do. I wish I could go back in time and change everything. To bring them both back. But I can’t, and neither can you.”

He cupped her calves and rubbed softly. “You need to find a way out of your despair and move on. It’s what Patrick would want.”

She shook her head. “Patrick hated me before he died. His grief and hatred for me is what killed him.”

“No, sweetheart, listen.” He clasped her hands when she shook her head. “Dammit, hear me. You know about the heart disease that ran in the Sheaver family. Patrick’s grandfather and a couple other grandparents before him all died from it. I know the doctors explained it to you. Patrick’s heart just stopped beating while he slept. It’s not your fault.”

“But losing Peter put more stress on his heart. If I hadn’t lost our baby, Patrick might still be here. I don’t care what the doctors say about some hereditary disease.” Andy’s hands tightened around his. “He died from a broken heart because I killed our little boy.”

Hunter could almost feel the pain shooting from her fingertips.

“I want them back, Hunter,” she whispered.

“So do I, sweetheart, so do I.” He rubbed her fingers gently with his own, their gazes locked.

He could drown in her eyes. Though he’d kept his feelings buried deep so they never showed when he was around her, there were times when he’d let his guard down a little bit. Sometimes he wished she’d look at him as she once looked at Patrick.

He’d watch the two of them together, kissing, touching and sharing looks across the room. At the club, he’d seen them pet one another, raising their arousal and desire before they’d head home and take care of those needs.

But Hunter had never felt jealous of Patrick. He’d been like a brother to him, and he would never harbor any grudges against him for finding happiness. He’d only wished that he could find someone to love besides the lady in front of him and grow old with her. To see the Sheavers, as well as Andy and Patrick love one another allowed Hunter to believe in it.

“The pain and guilt will one day fade. Until then, you have to continue to live your life and push it away.”

“I don’t deserve not to suffer. After everything—”

“No, dammit,” Hunter cut her off, anger surging within him. “You do deserve happiness again. What you do not deserve is to let strangers use you in whatever twisted ways you’ve thought up in your mind. It’s inconceivable to think you’d allow yourself to be treated like that.”

Andy pulled her hands from his grasp and huffed out a deep breath. “You don’t know anything about it. I’ll go back to the club whenever I damn well please.”

“No, you won’t,” Hunter said, smug. “All members of the staff have been given explicit instructions. They will be fired if they grant you access of any kind.”

Andy gasped and clenched her fists. Hunter had the feeling she wanted to slug him.

“You didn’t! It’s not Bridget or Zander’s fault,” she scowled. “Do you hate me so much that you’d take away the only thing that gives me any kind of way to live with everything?”

Special thanks to Angelica Dawson for rallying authors together to share teases every week.

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This week’s tease comes from SWEETEST SALVATION. Hunter’s frustration with Andy has him reaching his limits. If he’s not careful, he might just confess his true feelings for her …

Hunter sighed, which caught Andy’s attention. Her eyes met his briefly before lowering to her hands, which were clenched tight in her lap.

“Look, Andy,” he began.

“What do you want, Hunter?” Her forest-green-eyed gaze met his. Anger swirled in their depths.

“I’m tired of this. Dammit.” He snarled, rising, and crossed to the fireplace. He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned one arm on the mantel. He looked over at her, stomach churning with indigestion and pain. He’d loved Patrick and Peter too. Could she not understand that she wasn’t the only one suffering?

“Tired of what? I never asked you here.”

“This!” Hunter spread his arms wide. “You. I’m so tired of seeing you locked away in this house, never leaving and pictures gone.”

“Go to hell,” Andy spat and leapt to her feet. She moved behind the loveseat, obvious fury making her hands shake as she laid them on the back of it. “You don’t have any say in how I live. I never asked for your opinion. If you don’t like it, get the hell out of my house. And my life!”

Hunter breathed deep, nostrils flaring. He could no more walk away from her than he could from the Sheavers. She was as much a part of his life, and his heart, as they were.

After the deaths of her husband and child, tragedies that she blames herself for, Andrea “Andy” Sheaver has shut herself off from the world. The only place she finds any relief from her shattered heart is Club Splendor, where she and her husband often frequented together. There, Andy submits to pleasure and pain in situations so her grief is forgotten for a little while.

But Hunter Sullivan won’t stand idly by and watch Andy self-destruct. A friend of her husband, and the owner of Club Splendor, Hunter has kept his love for Andy hidden for years. He refuses to think of her at the club, cold and detached as she’s become, looking for an easy fix to take away the pain in her heart. Hunter wants her to vibrant in life again and sets out to prove he is exactly who she needs.

Special thanks to Sandra Bunino for rallying authors together to share teases every week.

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This week’s tease comes from SWEETEST SALVATION.

Andy lost her son and husband in a few months time. She aches with guilt and despair. All she wants is to forget for a little while, and to feel great pain with the pleasure she knows she will find at Club Splendor. It’s what she deserves after all … so she thinks.

But her husbands best friend, the man she’s only tolerated for years, forbids her from frequenting the club any longer. And if she won’t listen to him, well he has a plan of his own ….

Bridget Guthrie and Zander Hudson have worked at Club Splendor together for years, sharing smoldering glances, flirting, and building a friendship. Thanks to the club’s strict policy of no staff fraternization, they’ve resisted how much they truly want each another.

With Bridget leaving to explore her dreams, they no longer have to hide their passions. After hours, in one of the pleasure rooms at Club Splendor, they finally give in to the burning desire they’ve held at bay for too long. She’s taken care of other people’s love lives for so long while at the club, can she find the courage to take care of her own needs and fantasies?

Special thanks to Sandra Bunino for rallying authors together to share teases every week.

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This week’s tease is another that comes from one of my older titles, Sweetest Salvation, the first of the Club Splendor series.

After the deaths of her child and husband, Andy feels lost. She desires nameless and disconnect while seeking some release from her emotions during sex. However, her husband’s best friend, Hunter, won’t stand for it. He gives her an ultimatum, spending the night with him or losing her membership to his club…

And so it begins …

Reaching the room, she took a deep breath and knocked. Hearing Hunter’s gruff, “Come in,” she turned the knob.
The room, similar to the one she’d used the other night, had a warmer feel to it. The fireplace ablaze, the heat of it welcomed her.
Andy’s gaze swept the room. Furnished with a full living room set, she loved the royal purple and black colors of the furniture and curtains than anything else. This room conveyed privacy and self-indulgence. Her heart rate increased just thinking of all that might have been done in this room.
It was made for sex. Especially with a glass display case that took up the most of wall. Inside were dildos, anal plugs, collars, floggers, cock rings and more toys of pleasure.
Andy’s gaze landed on Hunter where he sat in the center of the couch, arms stretched over the back of it.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
Her gaze narrowed on his and she shut the door behind her. “Don’t you sweetheart me, Hunter. And get that look off your face.”
“What look?”
“That self-righteous look. I might be here, but not for the reasons you think.”

“Then why are you here?” he questioned, his gaze unwavering.
“I wanted to tell you in person that your idea isn’t going to happen. We’ve been… friends too long. You’re Patrick’s best friend. It’s all kinds of wrong.”
He leaned forward, arms resting on his powerful thighs.
His red t-shirt molded his shoulders and the cuffs of the arms looked snug around his biceps. Damn him for being in such great shape.
She shivered, nipples tightening. She needed to get away from him.
“There, I’ve said all I have to say. Goodbye,” she muttered, and turned back toward the door.
Hunter was quickly behind her, arms encasing her as his palms pressed against the door and preventing her retreat.
His breath was warm against her ear. Andy wished she’d left her hair down. At least she wouldn’t be able to feel his breath on her neck.
A shudder ran through her. “Let me out, Hunter. I need to leave.”
“Why? You were so desperate to remain a member and be here the other night. I’m simply offering a safer solution. Me instead of strangers,” he rasped against her ear.
“I don’t have to worry about much with strangers. At least they aren’t people I have to see after the sex is over.”
Hunter pressed in closer behind her, which pushed her farther against the door. She’d always been claustrophobic. And right now, being caged in by this man, made it even harder to breathe than if she was locked in a closet. His chest was firm against her, his mouth against her ear, and his hoarse voice soft.
Her thighs rubbed together and her clit chafed against her thong. The string along her ass was snug. All she had to do was turn around and take what he offered. She wanted a cock inside her.
Dear lord, this was Hunter.
Could she step over the invisible line and take what he offered?